Crop Circle - Monster Magnet

Come on…

I was born underwater, I dried out in the sun

I started humping volcano’s baby when I was too young

I started surfing the madhouse, and I decided to stay

I got an itch in my cosmic pocket and it won’t go away

Instead of dragging your swamp for your lost love

Come to me I’m your living crop circle… yeah

Like a lamb to the slaughter, like a peach in the sun

I’ll curl you up in my flame pit baby until your way over done

I came up from the ground, I came down from the sky

And I’m grabbing her knees like a worm with a mission

Cause I’m made out of salt and I’m made out of coal

And I live like a king in a show mercial

Instead of 'make you a man';

'make you a monkey'

Throw your head in the living crop circle

Let me tell you about it

Let me tell you about it… come on

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’m your living crop circle